Dear Diary,
You know what pisses me off the most?
This world is so far gone... when was the last time anybody truly cared for anything?
It's like I go to school to listen about Jessica's "new man" or how Dylan totally smashed Rebecca.
Even when it came to learning, I'm failing math. When am I ever going to use these ridiculous numbers and equations?
I'm just dying to get the hell out of high school. I want to go to college and focus on what I want to become. I want to be a psychologist. I know so many people have the exact same thought, but my goal is to receive a PhD even if it means countless nights reading psychology books and turning in a million essays.
Sometimes, I don't even feel normal. I notice everyone's always got their head so far up their ass that they're like robots. Solely programmed to have knowledge on certain things and block the rest out with dull reactions and responses.
My god, just help me survive this senior year.
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Hello! This is my first Diary entry for the Humbug book! Don't worry, it's meant to be this short and I understand it doesn't give much information but that's what the next chapters are for!
Also, this story won't be all Diary entries. These are just her short actual thoughts that she constantly writes down on her journal. Please give me any feedback/constructive criticism you may have. It'll help me out tons! This is sort of a tester entry to see how people like it and how it turns out.
Thank you to those who take the time to read!
Much love.
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Humbug
Teen Fiction"I'd rather put up a front than expose my true skin." Negativity, hateful thoughts, anger, and despise summed up her life in just a couple of words. Hiding behind a mask, she lived all four years of high school. She wasn't happy. Or maybe she was...
